I've had the mixed blessing of an artistic "temperament" my entire life.

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Whether or not anyone liked that art was always the trouble.

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Art isn't a calling for me as it is something that lured me into a bear trap.

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I've been trying to find ways to express the experience of that bear trap ever since.

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Make it all worth it, would ya? Buy past me's art to hang on present you's wall to help feed present day me. Plus, if you think about it, it's really an investment in the future.

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Present you will be really happy you invested in this mad creature's present day art before their future art blows up some minds.

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It'll be a rather long lawsuit. The media will be bloodthirsty, it will go down in history as "That Dumb Art Stuff That Happened That One Time" (TDASTHTOT, for short) for generations to come.

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Get in on the ground floor of tomorrow's next big train wreck! Oh, speaking of I should turn my having survived that whole thing in Fairfield. I missed the anniversary of it and really did meant to put it up on memorial day because -- I mean, I really do owe a great deal for the work of the people on that train and rescue workers.

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Inspectors, less so, but still.

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You're feeling shoppy. Very shoppy. That's right. Just click on some things, yup -- just like that. Throw caution to the wind, shhhhhhh (that's the sound wind makes) hhhhhhh.